Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Although Smaug never liked Hermione, in order to make up for the debt she owed him, she reluctantly shook her heavy body, turned her back to the two of them, and spread her wings.

(Manual soundtrack "Only if" - Enya)

Nietzsche took the lead and jumped up, stepped on the raised back, and extended his right hand to Hermione.

The cold wind was biting, but when the two held hands, the dragon roared to the sky, and the gorgeous flames exploded above their heads, all the cold was dispelled, and they gradually soared into the air in the warmth.

Hogwarts was shrouded in haze, but it did not affect their pursuit of the sun.

Hermione grabbed the rope tied to the plate armor with force, and broke through the dark clouds parallel to the ground. As soon as she opened her mouth to scream, the misty water droplets in the clouds poured into her throat.

"You have to get used to it as soon as possible!" Nietzsche waited until the dragon's body slowly calmed down before opening his mouth and shouting.

Because of inertia, he leaned back and leaned on Hermione's chest. With her hands pulling the ropes on both sides, it was as if she was hugging Nietzsche from behind.

Hermione felt like a flying phoenix bird.

She didn't know why she was happy. The troubles and resentment caused by Rita Skeeter disappeared at this moment.

"Thank you..."

"What?" Nietzsche's ears were only filled with the sound of wind. He turned his head as much as possible and tilted his ears.

"I said... This is not a surprise! This is a shock!" Hermione shouted with a smile.

She buried her head in Nietzsche's hat, took a deep breath, pulled the rope through his side, and tied a knot in front of his abdomen.

No moment was more dreamy than now. Hermione really liked time to freeze at this moment.

At this time, the dragon folded its wings again and swooped down from the sky. When he and Hermione saw the tip of the tower of Hogwarts Castle, Smaug suddenly spread his wings and slowly flew over like a paraglider.

Many people below saw this Norwegian Ridgeback circling Hogwarts, but no one saw that there were two people sitting on it...

After two spins, it flew back to the depths of the Forbidden Forest and landed steadily on a treetop. The trunk was bent, but Hermione didn't seem to notice that it had landed safely. She was still hugging Nietzsche tightly.

With him around, what else did Hermione have to worry about?

(I, a single fox, am really not good at giving out candy)

Chapter 240 Appetizers for the Triwizard Tournament

After learning about the preparations of the dragon and Nietzsche, Hermione was relieved.

But she was not the only warrior who knew the content of the project. On the weekend before the competition, when Hogwarts approved students to go to Hogsmeade Village, Harry and Fleur from Beauxbatons were informed of the content by Hagrid at the same time.

Later, Karkaroff peeked and told Krum... Of course, these were all seen by Harry who was wearing an invisible cloak.

"So you understand, you are the only one who is stupid in the entire Triwizard Tournament." The day after Hagrid revealed the information, Nietzsche found Cedric in the library and told him the whole story from beginning to end.

"So I am the only one who doesn't know?" Cedric hesitated.

Sitting next to him, Ravenclaw senior Qiu Zhang shook her head and whipped Cedric's not very flexible head with her long black hair.

This little action made Harry, who followed, feel very uncomfortable, as if Crookshanks was sharpening his claws in his heart.

"It's time now, and you're still thinking about your honesty. If you waste this honor, you'll be torn apart by other badgers." Her tone was full of regret.

The Hufflepuff prefect was stunned. After thinking for two seconds, he decisively gave up on "honesty".

What a joke, everyone knows the rules and content of the game, doesn't it mean that no one will be unfair?

Now, the starting point is the same.

"Is this what you mean, or..." Cedric said without raising his head while looking for information about fire dragons.

"For the sake of fairness and safety, you must have a share of what we know." Nietzsche rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily, "And you don't have time to learn magic that can deal with fire dragons, so it's more important to save your life."

The reason why fire dragons are extremely difficult to deal with is that their scales and blood contain ancient magic, which cannot be penetrated by any magic.

And it is undoubtedly unrealistic for Cedric to learn war magic related to ancient magic in a week... Well, how many students in the whole school can have such talent?

"With the Ministry of Magic and three headmasters as referees, what safety issues are there?" Qiu Zhang muttered.

"There are no safety issues in the competition, but the contestants do..." Nietzsche glanced at the empty bookshelf aisle beside him and said simply, "You don't really think Hermione and Harry Potter are participating by themselves."

Cedric and Qiu looked at each other and were silent for a long time. It seems that they still have some grudges in their hearts.

However, how they plan to get through the first project has nothing to do with Nietzsche.

"What about you?" Nietzsche turned his head and asked Harry.

Things worth worrying about, one after another. Logically, such tedious things are usually arranged by Hermione, but she is having fun with Smaug now and is unwilling to get down from the dragon's back.

Harry smiled mysteriously and dusted off the non-existent dust on his body in an unfathomable way.

"You have already told me the method."

"Stop joking." Nietzsche was in the mood to play nonsense with him.

If anything goes wrong with Harry, the first person to be anxious is Dumbledore. If he becomes anxious, he may not know how much interference it will cause to Nietzsche.

"Your diary!" Harry said, glaring. "Those magic spells... I used a quill pen to type 'What are some simple magic tricks to deal with fire dragons' in it, and the answer appeared..."

Only then did Nietzsche realize that he was talking about Tom Riddle, so he nodded calmly.

It's not that he doesn't believe in Harry, it's just that Riddle is better, and he still has good confidence in the latter in terms of strength and understanding of spells.

A week later at noon, when everyone was gathering in the Great Hall for lunch, Vice-Principal McGonagall hurried in. She stood on tiptoe and waved in the direction of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.

"Potter, Granger, hurry up to the field below...the rest of you follow me!"

Hermione clenched her fists. She didn't know whether she was nervous or excited. When she walked to the door, she suddenly stopped and looked back. Nietzsche was sitting in the middle of Slytherin. After nodding towards her, Hermione continued. Go forward.

The competition venue was set up on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, on the lawn between the Owlery and Hagrid's Hut.

It looks like another Quidditch pitch, except that there is no lawn in the middle, but a variety of complex terrain created by magic, including streams, woodlands, mountains, swamps, etc.

Sitting in the audience, Nietzsche could feel his chair shaking from the successive cheers.

Gryffindor supports Harry Potter and Hermione, Slytherin almost all supports Hermione, Ravenclaw mostly supports Krum, and as for Hufflepuff... You must be supporting your own people.

With a whistle, Ludo Bagman, director of the Sports Department, ran out of a huge tent.

"The voice is loud~" He put the wand against his throat, "Hey... here comes the first and youngest warrior! Harry Potter!"

A crazy Hungarian Horntail was released. Its scales were bronze, it had horns, and its whip-like tail was covered with spikes. If it was scratched, it would definitely be taken away. Meat.

As the first warrior to appear, Harry didn't even have time to prepare.

"What did he want to do?" Ludo Bagman ran to the platform and looked down at the battle on the mountain. "Potter leaned against a hill and escaped a forty-foot wave of fire, and he saw Don’t get up and walk around!”

Listening to the explanation, Nietzsche finally understood how Bagman became the director of the Sports Department.

Just listening to the description and throat-tearing shouts was powerful enough, and looking at his excited look, Nietzsche was a little worried that he would suddenly die of a heart attack at any time.

He cast his gaze downwards again and found that Harry was catching the Hungarian Horntail's breath, nimbly climbing over the hill, and then immediately swooped down the landslide to the back slope of the second hill.

The movements are coherent and not sloppy at all.

Nietzsche wondered curiously: What magic did Tom Riddle teach him that could make him so confident?

"What is he doing? He's staring at the head of the Hungarian Horntail... is he looking for a blind spot in his field of vision?" After Ludo Bagman yelled the previous sentence, he immediately continued to observe Harry's movements.

No, I'm not looking at my head...

The Hungarian Horntail's eyes were yellow, and Harry was an excellent seeker, so Nietzsche was sure he was seeing the dragon's yellow pupils as a flying golden snitch.

It was really interesting, but he imagined that there was no way to catch the Golden Snitch...

"What kind of training do seekers generally need?" Nietzsche stared down intently and asked Warrington on the side.

"Reaction...but the game is assisted by team members, so observation and positioning are more important." Seeing that Nietzsche rarely asked about Quidditch, he immediately gave a detailed analysis as a Quidditch captain. .

A seeker can react slower than a beater or chaser. Based on the characteristics of the Golden Snitch, even if the opponent's seeker sells first, no one can succeed in the first try.

So Harry is relying on this positioning and observation ability to perform target shooting.

At this moment, Harry suddenly revealed a flaw. He deliberately exposed his body, allowing the Hungarian Horntail to open its mouth and spit out flames at him. This was also the best time.

The flames can damage him, but also temporarily block the fire dragon's own sight.

Then Nietzsche saw Harry take action...a spell passed through the flames and hit the fire dragon's eyes.

"It's the Eye Spell! The Eye Spell!" Ludo Bagman beat his chest and shouted, "Harry Potter has remembered the position of his eyes. It's thrilling!" The fire dragon was completely blind! "

This is a very unusual spell, because this spell must attack a specific part to be effective.

Harry Potter is not the kind of person who likes to stay in the library and read books, so this was obviously given to him by Tom Riddle... It is simple and easy to use, it just requires the user to aim a little, so it suits him very well.

Because it was blind, the giant dragon that was running around was rolling on the ground, sweeping back and forth with its spiked tail.

In the end, just to be on the safe side, Harry clung to the edge of the field and slowly bypassed the Hungarian Horntail. He climbed into the nest and lifted the golden egg that was not protected by its fangs and claws from a pile of dead branches.

"Potter succeeded. The amazing accuracy he showed when using magic will definitely add a lot of points!" Bagman shouted on the stage.

On the highest platform, there were five golden chairs. The judges raised their wands and began to score Harry Potter.

Madame Maxime's wand burst out some sparks, forming a number - 6, not too high, not too low, just right.

Mr. Crouch and Ludo Bagman gave two high scores, 9 and 10 respectively. Dumbledore also scored 9, which was not enough. Nietzsche felt that the principal wanted to give full marks, but he did not want to show too much. Arousing suspicion.

Karkaroff had the lowest score, only 4 points, which made many students boo.

"What for?" He didn't feel embarrassed and retorted loudly to those people, "I don't see what Potter's courage is at all. He just blinded the fire dragon."

However, the Hogwarts supporters responded by spitting on the ground at Karkaroff.

In order to prevent his dissatisfaction from expanding, Ludo Bagman quickly changed the topic: "Welcome the next contestant..."

What followed was the appearance of Cedric, Krum and Fleur. It seemed that Hermione was at the back of the queue due to the draw.

Cedric first used Transfiguration to turn the stone into a hound to attract the attention of the fire dragon. He also used the Flying Charm to summon his broomstick, got under the blue Swedish Brachynosaurus, and got the gold. Egg.

Krum also hit the Chinese Fireball's eye with an eye disease spell at the beginning. Perhaps he thought that Potter had the same idea as his, so he later emphasized his courage - using various spells to knock out the fire dragon. .

As for Fleur... no one knows what kind of magic she used, except that she hypnotized the Welsh Green Dragon.

She was the only uninjured warrior among the first few people, but when she passed by the green dragon, her skirt was burned by the flames sprayed from her nose.

When everyone was focusing on Fleur's score, Nietzsche suddenly felt an earthquake-like movement... a bang, as if something heavy fell from the sky.

Nietzsche saw several people retreating from the tent to the audience, all showing happy expressions, while Karkaroff on the referee's bench looked gloating.

The finale is here...

Chapter 241 Hermione Granger, Dragon Knight Limited Edition

That dragon was bigger than any previous fire dragon, even several times bigger than Smaug who stayed in the Forbidden Forest and ate and drank well.

The scales all over its body were shining silver gray, and it was a real knight dragon. Nietzsche saw it being taken off by all the dragon trainers, its wings slightly spread to both sides, and a few of the dragon trainers beat it so hard that it made William's Points. Call.

With this kind of tonnage, it is estimated that just landing is enough to crush a house into powder.

"Ukrainian Iron Belly... An adult Iron Belly once swept away a ship in a storm in the Black Sea area." Ludo Bagman's lips trembled, "The whole body is 70 feet long, with a full body It weighs 8 tons..."

The movement as they entered made the wizards in the front row of the audience shrink back.

"If it goes crazy, how can this makeshift arena stop it." Warrington crossed himself on his chest and thought of Merlin silently.

The arena suddenly became much quieter, as they seemed to be afraid of disturbing the Ukrainian Iron Belly.

This was the 'iron cavalry' that Hermione faced. Nietzsche stood alone at the front of the auditorium, holding the railings tightly with both hands, staring at the entrance of the tent... As Bagman shouted, Hermione emerged from the dead silence. appeared in it.

Hermione could feel everyone's eyes on her.

The previous warriors had completed their missions, and she was the only one left, with hundreds of faces watching her from the stands built overnight, all hoping for a miracle to happen.

At the other end of the field, the Ukrainian Iron Belly stood in front of the golden egg like an unshakable chariot with its round body, and slowly advanced towards Hermione.

She raised her grapevine wand, her strong dragon heartstring pointing to the sky...

"Is she planning to use some powerful magic?" Ludo Bagman immediately guessed the moment he saw his hand raised, "Miss Granger is a talented player, but I don't recommend fighting with Iron Man. Belly butt."

Although the suggestion is good, what else can be done besides this?

Ukrainian Iron Belly is vicious by nature, so naturally it will not aim to protect the golden eggs like other fire dragons.

"Taking advantage of its size, it took the lead in attacking Granger!" Bagman screamed nervously, "Get away! It's over, Granger seems to be too scared to move..."

But is this the case?

Hermione looked at the Ukrainian iron belly that was swirling up dust and approaching towards her, and kept looking at the white sky with her peripheral vision.

Just when the fire dragon was about to smash her into a piece of meat with its huge body, another roar came from above the arena, and Smaug came. She dived at an extremely fast speed, and the moment she landed, she stepped on Ukraine with her hind legs. On the iron-belly body.